There's the sheer desire of proximity. Of opening up and excercising a part of me that is otherwise left constrained and festering in the dark.

There's the tangible proof of my oft-claimed right to be wanted.

Although I don't know if it's a right, or a happy luxury. Icing on the cake.

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My own desire doesn't always please me. Nor does my wish for tangible proof of its importance. Life would be simpler without those feelings.

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But we don't get much of a shot at these things. Soon enough, we're all finished and gone. Our elements keep going, but they are dispersed. That's who we are: a brief mix of chemicals. Once that mix dissolves, so does desire.

That's why it matters that we make the most of ourselves and each other.